The Chapstick Kid (1wickedboy) wrote,
The Chapstick Kid

Oh Shallow

I just finished doing a skin refining mask. Most people don't know this about me, but I have several very superficial habits, most of which have to do with my face or my teeth. I could go into my preening regimen, but it would take a while and it's really not that interesting. I will tell you this though: I floss at least twice a day, sometimes brushing four.

Friday night found me drunk on vodka (my current drink of choice) and going to see Femme Fatality at the Burgundy Room. Got to hang out with Shana and Tan and the gang for a bit of a pre-party, catching up later with Tiff and Kyla for the party party. Kyla and I left the show briefly to drink a bit more in my car parked in the parking lot of a bank. I spoke drunkenly (or faux-philosophically, if you will) on such subjects as existentialism, death, relationships. I really like her. We talked about how we seem to have this strange connection--she gets good vibes from me. Then we danced the rest of the evening away. Tiffany hosted the after-party. I drank some wine. Went to Shana's, took a couple hits off her as-of-yet (at the time) nameless little pipe. I was wasted. I got an hour and a half of sleep before work. I did fine though. Except for the fact that one of the residents was dying, and every time I walked down 400 hall I was reminded that I too will die one day. I can never seem to shake that idea for very long. I don't think I've shaken it since childhood, when you learn about death. Ruth finally died yesterday afternoon. Her daughter came to thank me for being such a "sweet boy." I hugged her and told her to visit, even though I most usually thought her to be a raging bitch.

Last night I went to see Mindy after three weeks of not seeing Mindy. It's strange to see how she's progressed as a human being since high school. We were never close then, but she seemed to strive too openly for perfection, whereas I was obviously the crazy gay boy in town. My reputation was tarnished before entering middle school. But now Mindy is able to talk about sex and penis size and we're able to laugh at one another's unfortunate experiences. I guess what I'm getting at is, it's nice when people change, when people open up to you and are able to relate to you. Even people you never expected to see after graduation, or never expected to like as a person.

Oh, and I got snubbed for the first time ever last night. I was walking into the Mudhouse as this girl Jackie I hung out with a couple times a couple months ago was exiting with her boyfriend Phoenix, this Wiccan/model/rapper?, and I said, "H-eeey!" And then there it was: The Snub. With nose in air, she proceeded to continue walking, only barely glancing up at me. I scoffed and walked inside to enjoy my yummy black coffee.

But I must be off to the bank. And I need to call about the cost of my speeding ticket. I have yet to pay. I must say, I'm a little frightened to find out how much money I'll be shelling out.

Love and Radar Detectors.
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